Walsh Sidrick led the way in front, and he kept rushing forward, "We need to hurry up, Minister Foggy can't wait."

"I don't know if I'm going to meet him."

"It was decided temporarily that Minister Fuji's daily itinerary was very full. He would not pay attention to these trivial matters, but we have arrived."

He pushed open a thick door and a quaint and solemn living room appeared in front of him.

The furnishings in the reception room are very similar to the No. 3 reception room that Felix had visited before. There are more than a dozen rows of shiny black chairs inside, and there is a small podium in front of the reception room.

"Here" Felix was led down from the curtain on the side of the podium, passing through an inconspicuous small door, and coming to a more private room.

Fudge was reading a newspaper seriously, with a thick stack of newspaper clippings beside him. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and laughed enthusiastically, "Felix Hepp, I'm glad to see you."

"Minister Fudge, it's not the first time we have met. Is there anything you have to do with me?"

"Ah, of course... when Dorothea wrote to me, I realized that I had actually missed an outstanding person." He patted his raised belly, and the shiny copper buttons struggled to maintain the dark red vest without bounce. "Ancient demon culture professor, Muggle research expert, and a hidden memory damage treatment master, look at it, I am a little envious of you."

Felix knew it, and it seemed that the news that he had cured the Longbottons had finally reached the minister's ears, and it was Ms. Dorothea Poham told him.

"... Old Bernie in the Wiesengamor office has submitted a proposal, and now we are waiting for the verification results from St. Mungo. If there is no problem, the second-level medal is the most basic; the first-level medal is not without hope."

"Sounds good," Felix said slowly.

"I need to convince some people and use some connections..." Fudge said, his fat fingers overlapping, "I like to exchange."

"What about?" Felix asked curiously, wondering what Fudge had to do.

"Dolores was in some trouble. I hope she could take over the position of deputy minister, but she is not qualified now and needs an undeniable achievement, such as grabbing Sirius Black, of course, under my leadership." Fudge said, fiddling with the quill in her hand.

Felix asked patiently: "I can't help you catch him, the Ministry of Magic has many Aurors and strikers."

"Actually, I mean if you can convince Dumbledore to let Dolores bring some people to Hogwarts... Believe me, I'm for the good of the students in it. Black is a very cruel criminal, and he can do anything." Fudge said indignantly.

Felix glanced at him deeply, "I will consider it, Minister Fudge." He looked at the time, "The speech is about to begin, and I need to take a few minutes to prepare."

Fudge obviously didn't expect him to refuse simply, and he was stunned, "I'll wait for your reply, I'll ask Dolores to find you."

"I may not have time in the near future," Felix said, "maybe, I'll make an appointment with Dumbledore for you?"

"Or actually," Fudge said stammeringly, his voice a little embarrassed: "It doesn't have to...well, I'll go and tell Dumbledore."

Felix came out of the room and shook his head. He was a little unsure if Foggy had heard the news from him by chance, and he had a try. He had planned it long ago, but judging from the emotions he perceived by the god-taking thoughts, Foggy didn't give up so easily.

He couldn't help but think: This minister really trusts Dolores Umbridge. He didn't know that this woman's popularity was quite bad? When Felix stood on the small podium in the living room No. 3, looking at the darkness below, he suddenly had a thought:

Maybe it was because of Umbridge's poor popularity that he was valued by Foggy. At least to outsiders, she did nothing bad things, and the fire could not burn Fuggy's head at all.

He remembered the relationship between emperors and slander ministers in ancient times. How many of the things done by slander ministers were instructed by the emperor himself?

Felix's eyes passed by everyone and officially began his speech.

"Some of you may know me or have heard of my name, but many people don't know what I do. So far, I have written three books related to Muggles, barely considered an expert in this area." He raised his wand and let his name appear in the air.

Felix quickly skips the self-introduction section and enters today's topic.

"I assume you come here today, purely out of interest, or willing to accept some fresh insights because of your work..."

"From the audience list, you should be the group of people who are most closely connected with ordinary people. To some extent, I am the same as you, and it is the wizard looking at the outside world."

“But how many people realize this?”

The crowd was a little turbulent, and Newt Scamander in the corner looked at the gap in the wall, but his ears stood up.

A tall and well-proportioned wizard with sparse lips and moustache said in a stiff tone, "Why should we pay attention to some lower creatures?"

"This wizard, your name?" Felix said calmly.

"You can call me McNeil." grinned, "Mr. Hepp, do you think there is something wrong with my words?" Chesterton Every next to him pulled his arm, but he still looked at Felix.

"The lower creatures..." Felix chewed the word, "You always have to give me a specific reason, Mr. McNeil, you're just stating your emotions and you just let us know that you're very, very disgusting Muggles, but that's never a reason."

McNeil's expression changed, and he said badly: "Ignorance, ignorance, powerlessness, chaos... Do you still need to say it?"

"Ha," Felix looked at the others, "Is there anyone who holds the same view? Let me see."

No one expressed support, on the contrary, some people were very dissatisfied with McNeill’s speech, mostly mixed-race wizards and Muggle-born wizards.

Felix waited quietly for a few seconds, leaving everyone with time to think. The air was noisy, but there was no speech that could make people hear clearly, like listening to a tape with a washed-out sound.

Felix said, "I will answer your question at the end of the speech, Mr. McNeill."

He waved his wand and sprinkled a shiny silver light. Soon, the silver light spread like smoke to the entire No. 3 living room. He flicked his finger gently, and the smoke disappeared instantly.

With the help of blank memory fragments, Felix can temporarily let the Thinking Hut appear in reality.

"Today I want to introduce some simple things, people who don't know how to magic, their clothing, food, housing, transportation..."

"The Secretariat Act signed in 1682 is a very interesting time node. Since then, our understanding of the outside world seems to have stagnated forever. Even if fresh blood has joined the wizard group every year afterwards, this situation has not changed much." Felix said with emotion.

"Let's talk about the topic, the colors and materials of medieval clothes were relatively monotonous, with the colors mainly black, white, gray and brown; the materials were mainly linen, wool and leather; the styles were somewhat similar to close-fitting wizard robes. Some nobles or upper-class people at that time would wear a cloak. Do you think it sounds familiar?"

Illusory figures condensed from the air in the living room. Their faces were blurred, but the clothes on their bodies were particularly clear. A wizard couldn't help but reach out to touch them, but his fingers passed through the phantom.

"In the next few hundred years, more elements were added, such as cloaks, embroidery, collage..." Felix said, and the corresponding clothes styles were quickly condensed in the air, and the complex and exquisite clothes attracted many witches to pay attention to it.

"Fourteenth to seventeenth centuries, people once paid attention to curvature beauty and achieved a kind of morbidity, skirts, waistbands, shoes that were more than ten inches tall." Felix waved his wand to make the corresponding images appear one by one. "Later, there were ribbons, lace collars, long-breasted jackets, feather hats, fluffy skirts..."

"I have to mention some small decorations, such as bows, flower decorations, lace, etc."

The conversations in the seats continued.

"In the 18th and 19th centuries, people generally advocated nature, simplicity, and modified it." Felix said, while changing the clothes of this period, and a large number of clothes that were close to modern aesthetics appeared, petticoats, shawls, suits, and tuxedo...

"As for the future, there are too many types, you can see for yourself." Felix curled his lips, and he stretched out his hand and pushed hundreds of different clothes, flying towards the wizards below the stage. Many people leaned back in shock until the images of these clothes passed through the living room, they realized that all this was a phantom.

"It's really too real." Someone said in admiration.

Felix continued: "I often see a phenomenon in the newspapers, that whenever Muggle experts introduce something new, there are always particularly stubborn people who refuse to admit it, thinking that these are all made up. Does anyone here think that what I just showed is made up?"

No one doubts that everyone can understand at a glance that even if they have no knowledge, they will not think that Felix himself has created thousands of clothing of different shapes.

"From the simplest clothes, we can get many interesting conclusions, such as, they have been developing and creating new things..." Felix pointed out lightly, without further exploring it. He changed the topic and asked a question: "Have anyone ever thought about how these clothes were made?"

"Hand-sewn?" someone joked, "It's impossible to use magic, right?"

But no one laughed.

In addition to Felix, he smiled and said, "My new book "The Magic of the Muggle World" explains the answer to this question in more detail. Those who are interested can take a look. If I were asked to speak, I might not be able to explain it clearly for three days and three nights. Let's continue."

The content of his speech was quietly accelerating: "The development of food" He waved his wand, and a large number of dishes from different periods appeared, the closer they were to the current time, the more exquisite and attractive it was;

"House" buildings of various styles, home furnishings emerge one by one;

"There is also transportation" the sky, the ocean and land transportation appears one by one.

With the previous content as a foundation, no one questioned the authenticity of his next three aspects, but most people have suddenly received too much information and entered a state of confusion.

After a few minutes, everyone came to their senses one after another.

Felix asked another question, "Why should I talk about this, everyone?"

His eyes became extremely sharp, staring at everyone present, who subconsciously looked at Felix, looking for an answer.

"Change, the only thing I want to tell you is change."

His eyes fell on McNeill, the witch with sparse lips and moustache, who was thinking about something, Felix said to him: "As for the question you just mentioned, Mr. McNeill, why do we look at the outside world?"

He walked over step by step and stood in front of the witch

"Because the world never stagnates because of a certain person or a certain group. If you cannot perceive this change, ignorance, ignorance, powerlessness, chaos... these words can be used on you. Do you understand now, Mr. McNeill?"

McNeill blushed, and for a moment, his expression became fierce. He pulled out his wand and tried to press it against Felix's neck.

"McNeil, stop!" Walsh Sidrick, who was separated by several people, shouted loudly. He could not allow the speech to be a fight, especially the young professor he invited, which would become a scandal in the Ministry of Magic.

But McNeil's eyes were red, and sparks flashed with sparks on the tip of the wand. What made him most angry was that the man opposite him still had a sarcastic smile on his face.

He even slowly stretched out his hand. Was he trying to take away his wand? Damn, what did he think he was doing and performing? When I followed the Dark Lord, he didn't know where in the world he was.

McNeil decided to teach this overly young Muggle research expert a lesson. There are many people here who cannot use the Unforgivable Spell or the Dark Magic. So, what about a Burst Spell?

He subconsciously licked his lips, but found that he could not move anymore.

McNeil watched the man named "Felix Hepp" across the street lightly suck his wand away, and heard his gentle voice say, "Look, even your most convincing power is not worth mentioning in front of some people. Does that mean that according to your principles, I can despise you? Or, fiddle with you at will?"

McNeil's heart felt cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body could not stop trembling. He had seen it from the Dark King decades ago.

Walsh Sidrick had to stand up and whisper: "Mr. Hepp, you can't..."

Felix smiled at him, "Mr. Sidrick, this is also part of the speech, and it is an example of my careful preparation. You see, I didn't even take out my wand, Mr. McNeill is cooperating with me."

McNeil suddenly realized that he could move, and Felix returned the wand to him, "Take your wand, this is your greatest pride."

McNeil stood there in a daze. If the wand was pride, then what was the person who took the wand?

Felix returned to the podium and prepared to end today's speech.

"Just as I said, time keeps moving forward and changes follow closely, this is the general trend. Just like the waves are coming, the best response is to move forward with the waves."

A young wizard raised his hand, as if in class, "But, Mr. Hepp, what should we do?"
Chapter completed!